The Playmates.

“Oh! Mary, Mary, my Mary, oh!

You looked so bonny then.

Will you no give me your little hand,

The sweetest hand I ken?”

“Oh! I will give you my little hand,

I'm sweir to say you no,

Oh! I'll now give you my hands both

My friendship for to show.”

“Oh! Mary, Mary, my lassie dear,

The tears stand in these eyne.

Will you no give me a kind word

For the sake of old lang syne?”

“Oh! I will give you a kind word

Tho’ I have little skill,

For the time that we were children

And played upon the hill.”

“Oh! Mary, Mary, my lass o’ gold,

Will you no give me a kiss?

My heart, I think, is like to break

If you refuse me this.”

“Alas! and if I must refuse

You will not think me bad.

That your heart should break for my sake,

In truth it makes me sad.”

“Oh! Mary, Mary, my lassie oh!

I will be true as steel.

Will you no give me your promised word

For the love that I do feel?”

“Indeed — indeed — I like you well

Aye, better than my brother,

But I canna give you my promised word

For — I must wait for another.”